After making the call to the police, Ning Xi held a large bowl and ate her noodles unhurriedly.
Having walked about a kilometer, Bo Wang heard a wild beast’s roar from the forest.
Instantly, his handsome face paled with fright, and he turned and ran back!
Seeing Bo Wang panting and out of breath, Uncle Xue quickly called out, "Young man, if you hadn’t come back soon, the noodles would have turned soggy!"
The small duty room was filled with the aroma of noodles.
With a flushed, handsome face, Bo Wang said thank you before picking up the bowl of noodles and devouring it ravenously.
It was just an ordinary bowl of noodles with a poached egg!
Yet Bo Wang ate it as if it were a feast of delicacies.
Looking at Ning Xi, Uncle Xue said with a smile, "Little Xi, happy birthday."
"Thank you, Uncle Xue."
After finishing the noodles, Ning Xi took the initiative to wash her and Bo Wang’s bowls.
Uncle Xue tidied up the room next to the duty room and said to Ning Xi, "Little Xi, you can sleep in the next room. As for this young man, he can squeeze in with me in the duty room tonight. Does that work for you?"
Ning Xi had no objections to Uncle Xue’s arrangements.
Bo Wang replied, "I’m fine with that."
Ning Xi went to the next room to rest.
Before sleeping, she specifically opened her email and replied to a message.
She also sent a WeChat message to her Master.
[Ning Xi: Master, I’ve come down the mountain. I’m staying at Uncle Xue’s duty room tonight.]
Ning Xi even sent a photo of the longevity noodles Uncle Xue had made for her that night.
She scrolled up slightly and saw the birthday red envelope her Master had sent her precisely at midnight.
The transfer note read, "Wishing Ning Xi a happy 18th birthday."
The amount was 18 million.
Ning Xi counted the zeros at the end and went to sleep contentedly.
Although she was a little sad that her Master couldn’t celebrate her 18th birthday with her,
seeing so much money made her feel better again.
On the other side of the wall, Uncle Xue habitually turned on the opera channel, humming Peking opera off-key.
Bo Wang wasn’t used to sharing a bed with others, so he curled up on the long bench, closing his eyes in annoyance.
So noisy.
So unpleasant.
If this were in the capital, Bo Wang would definitely have lost his temper. But here in this unfamiliar, remote mountain forest, even if he was unwilling, he knew that when under someone else’s roof, he had no right to refuse.
Bo Wang had thought he would definitely be too annoyed and noisy to fall asleep.
Little did he know that less than five minutes after closing his eyes, he was fast asleep.
Hearing Bo Wang’s breathing, Uncle Xue picked up a thin blanket and covered him with it.
The mountain night was extremely tranquil.
The chirping of cicadas and croaking of frogs.
Each sound reached the ears.
Meanwhile, far away in the capital, the Bo family was thrown into chaos and panic over Bo Wang’s disappearance.
When Ning Xi woke up, it was already six in the morning.
After dressing neatly and washing up at the faucet, she began her daily practice in the morning mist.
In her hand was a dry branch she had casually picked up by the roadside.
The dry branch served as her sword.
Her Sword Intent was like a rainbow.
Her pristine Taoist robe made Ning Xi appear as cold and ethereal as a celestial maiden from the heavens.
After practicing her sword techniques for an hour, Uncle Xue also woke up.
Using a small pot on the induction cooker, he boiled six eggs and placed three boxes of milk in hot water to warm them slightly.
"Little Xi, breakfast is ready."
At Uncle Xue’s call, Ning Xi pushed the door open and walked in.
"Little Xi, our Village Chief is going to the county for a meeting later. I’ve asked him to give you and this young man a ride to the county."
Ning Xi said obediently, "Okay, thank you, Uncle Xue."
Uncle Xue replied, "Hey, no need to be so polite with Uncle Xue."
Ning Xi poked the soundly sleeping Bo Wang with the withered branch in her hand.
"Wake up."